11.Jul.13, 06:08 PM
As the dragon’s shadow washed over the area, Aparicus snatched her hand back with a yelp as if touching M’din had actually caused her pain. At the dragon’s command for no more screaming, she snapped her mouth closed audibly before scooting back out of arms reach of the man. She was still shaking, but for some reason having the dragon there actually helped her nerves a bit as he commented that the rider wasn’t dead and rolled him over.
Seeing the man snort and gasp with groggy eyes made her shudder before she turned to the dragon speaking to her. That was one thing she never understood – why her phobia didn’t stretch past people to their dragons, but she argued that she had no past with the creatures and they’ve never been anything but kind to her so far.
“H-Hopeless? I-I never meant to harm him! He really w-won’t be okay?” she asked with less of a stutter than she’d had with the man as she turned wide eyes to M’din and made a mistake of what the dragon had exactly meant by ‘hopeless’. “Oh, Armath, I-I’m going to be in soo much t-trouble.” She said, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees as she pulled them to her chest.
Aparicus herself was unhurt beyond a sore ankle, but she wasn’t even feeling that yet in her panic over M’din and all of the blood seeping from his head. It took the woman a moment to realize that the brown had actually asked her a question in all of those words. “Aparicus. Sorry, My name is Aparicus.”
Seeing the man snort and gasp with groggy eyes made her shudder before she turned to the dragon speaking to her. That was one thing she never understood – why her phobia didn’t stretch past people to their dragons, but she argued that she had no past with the creatures and they’ve never been anything but kind to her so far.
“H-Hopeless? I-I never meant to harm him! He really w-won’t be okay?” she asked with less of a stutter than she’d had with the man as she turned wide eyes to M’din and made a mistake of what the dragon had exactly meant by ‘hopeless’. “Oh, Armath, I-I’m going to be in soo much t-trouble.” She said, wrapping her arms tightly around her knees as she pulled them to her chest.
Aparicus herself was unhurt beyond a sore ankle, but she wasn’t even feeling that yet in her panic over M’din and all of the blood seeping from his head. It took the woman a moment to realize that the brown had actually asked her a question in all of those words. “Aparicus. Sorry, My name is Aparicus.”